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At one point I thought these people I saw, and laugh with everyday were my life. My future. Oh boy I was wrong. It was just a time of my life. One of the best times.

I lived in this small town. Not small enough that everyone knew each other but small enough to basically know everyone. This is a place where everyone is friends. I hated this town. I loved my friends. Hated the rest of the people and the town. Or I thought that’s how I felt. That’s how everyone felt there. That what they always said. I hated this town.

I hung out with kids older then me. That was my group. We hung everyday, even ditched class to hang out. We laughed at the dumbest things. Walked everywhere. Did crazy things together. These were my people. We were not to be separated. We basically lived together.

After not being home with my dad for weeks I started feeling crazy sick. I decided it was time to go home for a night. One of my friends told me she would come hang out for bit before bed. I walked inside with my friend be hide me and she went to the bathroom while I went to go talk to my dad. As I walk up to my dad, he pulled down his glasses to the tip of the nose and looked at me says ” you picked the perfect time to come home, it’s time to start packing. We are moving Friday to the city.” I remember so many emotions hit me at once. As sick as I felt, I didn’t say a word, I grabbed my bag and ran out to my friends car. She followed and I told her “Never mind I don’t want to stay here” she asked me why I was so angry. Looked to her said “I’m moving to the city Friday that almost three hours away.” She told me she will always keep in touch and she would come see me.

Friday came. I moved away.

Months passed I got less and less text and phone calls.  Some people keep in touch but not anyone I expected. No one came like they said they would. Not that I actually thought they would.

A good friend was moving out of the state and he ask me to help him out and for advice. I asked him simply “do you miss home already?” He said back to me “no just people.”

At this moment I realized the only person you can count on is yourself.

I replied back “People aren’t wroth missing.” Honestly I feel like this is best advice I have ever given anyone. I know you miss people and you can’t stop yourself from it. Even though 95% of the time people are not wroth missing.

I didn’t miss my friends. I missed the memories. I missed the guy at the gas station telling me “You better Hurry up before you’re late to school” I missed that teacher that i swore  hated me. I missed that annoying kid that sat beside me in math. I missed that girl who thought she was better then everyone. Most of all I missed the beauty that town had.

At the time I thought this place ugly and dumb. Truth is that town has more character and beauty then any other place. People who lived there cant see it. But when you leave, you see it all. I loved that town.

I feel the best way to be happy is love people but when they leave don’t beat yourself up because its what people do. Leave.

Do what makes you happy. Do things you’ve always wanted to try. Because being you is whats going to truly make you happy. You are all you got.